“I would hate for you to get in trouble with your boss if I slipped and fell into that rocky ditch.” “Pretty sure my grandfather wouldn’t want me coming home after only a day because I strained my back hauling boxes around.” “Grandfather would be upset if I got a hernia.” It was a card he’d been slapping down at least once an hour since we’d left Tennessee. No, that privilege had been all mine ever since he’d brilliantly pulled the “grandfather card” on me. But then again, he hadn’t been the one schlepping all of the supplies on and off buses, up and down half-broken stairs, and into a stifling storage room at the back of the small medical building where we’d be spending the next month of our lives. The duchess, meanwhile, seemed as pristine as the moment we’d landed, of course-and unfairly fucking gorgeous, not that that mattered. I was also covered in more sweat and filth than I’d been on my worst day ever in Afghanistan.
In short, Carter’s peaceful, well-planned life has been… hijacked.Īfter two days as his bodyguard, I was ready to throttle my principal my own damn self. Falling for his very hot, very mouthy ex-Special Forces bodyguard.Getting kidnapped by a monologuing drug lord.
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